Incest/Taboo The Long and Winding Road

“Dave Jensen called this morning.”

“Dave Jensen? From work? What did that jerk want?” I managed around a mouthful of gluten free, heart healthy Cheerios.

“He wants to fuck me senseless,” revealed Sherry. “He said he’d bring Nancy Murphy along for you. He said Nancy agreed to your new rule of three times with the woman. He said she was probably disappointed it wasn’t five or six.”

“Shit! That asshole wants to sleep with you? I’ll have to nix this one. You will not be sleeping with that miserable fucker!” I stated emphatically.

“As I recall from seeing him at your Christmas party, he’s a dreamboat. You’re not ruling him out because he’s so good looking, are you? He used to play quarterback in college, didn’t he?”

“Yeah, for a Division II backwater school,” I quickly pointed out. “It’s all he ever talks about. Well, that and all the women he’s bedded over the years. He’s off limits.”

“You promised you wouldn’t rule out men just because they’re hunks!” protested Sherry. “You’ll be getting that Nancy from your work three times, so I think it’s a fair trade.”

“Nancy is the boss’s tight-ass personal assistant!”I protested. “She’s probably all dried up and dusty. I’ve never even seen her smile! Besides, I have to top off Brooke the next two nights.”

“Well I’m sure you’ll put a smile on Nancy’s face, at least three times,” replied Sherry. “I told Dave you had two more nights with a sexy coed before we would be free. He seemed impressed with that information and agreed to come over next Tuesday to stretch out my pussy.”

“Goddamn him!” I exploded. “He’s always bragging about all the women he’s fucked. He’ll tell everyone at work that he fucked you senseless.”

“And Nancy will be singing your praises. It seems like we both win,” responded Sherry, oblivious to my concerns.

I dreaded Tuesday more than I had ever dreaded anything, including the time I had to tell my dad I had smashed his sports car into a cement truck on Main Street.

“Jim! It’s good to see you. Sherry, you look fantastic. Your tits look even bigger than last time I saw you,” was Jensen’s opening gambit.

“Thanks, Dave. It’s probably the push up bra I’m wearing,” replied Sherry with a giggle.

At least Nancy had the grace to be embarrassed by Jensen’s coarse language and rude behavior. She blushed and shook her head in disapproval as Sherry grabbed Jensen’s hand to lead him to her lair.

I gently pulled Nancy toward the master bedroom. She seemed reluctant and I certainly wasn’t going to push her into anything she didn’t want to do, especially since I seriously doubted I wanted to do it.

We talked about our big project and the people we worked with. Nancy was a surprisingly good judge of character and pretty much had figured out everyone at work.

“I agreed to this for a couple reasons,” admitted Nancy.”The first is the one you probably guessed. I don’t get many dates and haven’t had sex in a few years, and it wasn’t very good for me when I did. Jensen told me about how you were trading turns with your beautiful wife for chances to bed other women. He dared me to be his partner in this, pretty much telling me it would be a real hoot if he traded my skinny ass for your wife’s amazing one. He seems to feel that Sherry is everything I’m not, and sleeping with your wife appeals to his warped sense of humor. Plus the fact he’s jealous of you.”

“I don’t think he’s jealous of me. He’s got the boss eating out of his hand,” was my reply. “He gets all the pussy he could possibly want, including my wife’s.”

“The boss may act like Jensen’s in the catbird seat, but you’re the one he relies on. Mr. Blake has often mentioned how well you carry out your objectives without constantly going back to him for guidance. Dave Jensen’s bluster hasn’t fooled Mr. Blake.

“You must know that Jensen’s going to do his best to humiliate and embarrass you at work,” added Nancy. “He’s not a friend or a gentleman. Everyone there will hear that he fucked Sherry and you went along with it. He’ll probably complain that she’s a lousy lay just to embarrass you even more.”

“Then why did you volunteer to go along with him?” I demanded. “You knew he’d use fucking Sherry to humiliate me. Why would you be willing to go along with the asshole? If he couldn’t find a woman to cooperate with this damn scheme, he wouldn’t be buried ten inches in my wife at this very moment.”

“Don’t blame me for your dumbass scheme! The truth is two other women at work wanted to be his partner for the swap. I just used the fact that I’m Mr. Blake’s personal assistant to influence that ass kisser to choose me,” revealed Nancy.

“Now I’m confused. Two other women were willing to climb into bed with me, but you used your position to get to the head of the list? That begs the question why. You’ll be humiliated at work, the same as I will. What could you have to gain from this weird agreement?”

“Jim, I know what everyone at work thinks of me. I’m the dried up spinster who never dates, dresses like it’s still 1950, and is either gay or asexual. My reputation can only shoot way up when they hear I’ve been sleeping with you. Being known as a seductress is a little farfetched, but I can at least shake the gay and dried up parts of my reputation.”

“You’re not unattractive and I would guess still under forty, so why don’t you go on some dates with single guys instead of getting involved in this cluster fuck?” I asked.

“Jim, no one has asked me on a date in four years and the last guy was creepy as hell. I’ve had a little crush on you since I was hired as Mr. Blake’s PA. This is my chance to finally experience a fantasy or two of my own. I’ll have some nice memories to keep me warm at night. I’ll be thirty-six in March, and people think I’m forty or older. I’ve got nothing to lose and some fun to gain.

“I’ve noticed that you aren’t exactly ripping my clothes from my body. Would you rather I went home. I know I’m in the same class as your wife. Hell, I’m not even in the same game,” added Nancy. “I had hoped for a mercy fuck, but I’ll understand if you simply don’t want me. It’s okay.”

Once again I was confronted with the insecurity of a woman. I never realized how many wanted and needed some sort of approval from the male of the species. I always thought Nancy didn’t care for male companionship, but apparently, that was not the case. It wouldn’t take much to totally destroy her confidence.

“Why are you still dressed? I thought we’d be having this conversation naked,” I replied as I began to undress while she watched.

“I’m not nearly as curvy as Sherry. Are you sure you want to see me naked?” asked Nancy. “Can I suck your beautiful cock before I get undressed? I may not be able to get you hard after you see me nude.”

That was the start of a really great evening. Nancy was smart and sensitive. Between her few sexual experiences and her vast collection of romance novels, she was a lot of fun. I not only got hard for her, but she got me off three times. She cuddled up to me and fell asleep after our lovemaking finally came to an end.

I was always a pretty early riser, but once again I found my bed partner had already departed the bedroom when I awoke. I found Sherry and Nancy chatting at the kitchen table.

“Where’s the miserable fucker you slept with last night?” was my first question to Sherry.

“He said he had to get to work early. Mr. Blake likes that he’s always on time or early for work,” responded a subdued Sherry. “He probably wants to be sure everyone hears about how his big cock stretched out my little kitty.”

I felt pain and despair at Sherry’s words. She seemed to be aware of the kind of guy Jensen was and how uncomfortable he’d make my life in the office, yet she had no problem banging the bastard.

“Will you be coming back tonight?” Sherry asked Nancy. “You still owe Jim two nights of pleasure.”

“Would that be okay? Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to come back tonight, but I don’t want to ruin your evening or interfere in your marriage,” replied Nancy with genuine concern.

“I don’t think you’ll be the cause of any problems in our marriage,” replied Sherry softly. “I think I can handle that on my own. Please come back tonight. I can tell Jim had a good time and you earned the pleasure of two more nights with him.”

Nancy had a quick breakfast with us and then left to go home and change her clothes for work. Sherry was quiet as I chomped on my Raisin Bran and read the paper.

Nancy spent the next two nights in my bed. She did her level best to convince me the people at work really weren’t calling me a fag cuck behind my back, but I knew better. The dynamics of the office had subtly changed.

For her part, Nancy admitted that some of the other women were asking her how she enjoyed sleeping with me and if I was as good as they thought I’d be. She had a great way of making me feel a little better, but I knew she was laying it on pretty thick since she knew I was fighting my depression.

I stopped at the grocery store Friday night to pick up some things for dinner. Sherry had promised her mother she would take her shopping for her birthday, so she’d be a little late getting home. I had learned to grill pretty well, so I was planning on steak and salad for dinner.

I pushed the cart around a corner and someone pushed their cart into mine. I thought some guy was jerking my chain a little until I saw the person with the cart. She was young and very attractive. Her blouse was just low enough to make you want to see more of her amazing globes.

“Jim? Is that you? I’m Glenda. I work with Sherry. We met at last year at the Christmas party, remember?”

“Of course I remember. No red blooded male could ever forget your lovely face, or other attractions,” I replied suavely.

“I’m so glad I ran into you,” Glenda admitted with a big smile. “Sherry and I work with a guy named Bill. He’s single and thinks he’s a real stud. He’s been trying to get into Sherry’s pants for the past year. Has she told you about him?”

“No, I don’t think she has,” I answered as my mind kicked this information around. Was this stud the reason Sherry decided she wanted some strange cock?

“Somehow, Bill found out about your famous Ponzi Pussy Scheme and asked me if I’d help him finally get into Sherry’s pants. I wasn’t too keen on it at first, but then I remembered how nice you looked at the Christmas party and thought it might be fun. Can we make an appointment, or whatever people do to get in on your famous scheme?”

“You’d need health papers and can’t be in a relationship with anyone, with the exception of Bill. You’d owe me three nights to his one and I have installed a new rule today. You will owe me three nights, but I retain the right to assign a person of my choosing to stand in for me. That means you may be sleeping with a total stranger and he could be an older guy, or barely legal. You wouldn’t be able to refuse if I told you to sleep with the guy,” I stated flatly.

I had come up with that idea after Brooke had used Sherry to help the fat kid score some pussy. It was really unlikely that there are many women like Sherry who would be willing to jump into bed with some old codger. That proviso would quite likely be the deal breaker and extricate me from the Ponzi Scheme. It seemed like a great idea the time, but I knew I’d be much happier if Sherry had loved me enough to actually forsake all others so I never had a reason to dream up the damn scheme.

“You’d expect me to sleep with whomever? I’d have no say in the matter?” repeated the bombshell next to me.

“That’s right and I have a fat kid and a lecherous old bastard in mind for you if you become part of my pussy parade,” I responded forcefully, believing it would frighten the little minx.

“Wow! That’s kinky as hell! You’d own my pussy for three night of unbridled passion, or even three nights of obese, geriatric, tantric sex? I’m in!” declared the sexy, but obviously perverted woman. “Bill and I knew about the health report so we took the liberty of getting them earlier in the week. My running into you was no accident. I followed you from your work. Let’s boogie!”

To say Sherry looked surprised when she came into the living room around seven o’clock and saw Glenda sitting on my lap on my recliner while Bill waited on the couch.

“What the fuck?” were her exact words. “Glenda? Bill? What are you guys doing here?”

“We’re you’re newest clients!” declared Glenda with a dazzling smile.”Bill’s finally going to get some of your once precious pussy while I rock your husband’s world.”

“But… you need health papers and condoms and an appointment,” began Sherry before Bill cut her off.

“All taken care. Our appointment is right now and here we are. I told you I’d find a way to enjoy some of that pussy, and now’s my chance. Glenda has sacrificed a lot to make this possible and I don’t want to waste another second.”

“I haven’t had any dinner yet,” whined Sherry. “Maybe we should reschedule.”

“A large pizza was just delivered. Half of it is in the bedroom. We’ll eat it in bed,” insisted Bill. “You’ll love the special topping I have in mind!”

I really felt like pasting the smug bastard, but if Sherry wanted the fucker, she could have him. It was hard to believe she was so willing to kill our marriage just to sleep with the slimy prick.

Sherry’s surprise was so complete; she couldn’t think of anything to say as Bill scooped her up and headed for the bedroom I had shown him. She’d get the cock of her fantasies, and I’d get some of Glenda before I began executing my exit plan.

With Glenda in tow, we strolled into the kitchen the next morning to find Bill eating my Cap’n Crunch. I asked where Sherry was. For the first time in a long time, she had already left for work before me.

“She said she had to get into work early,” answered Bill as little Cap’ns flew from his mouth and over the table, some landing on the chair across from him. “She’s probably in a hurry to tell her girl friends what a great time she had last night.”

Glenda chuckled quietly at Bill as she shook her head. “I really doubt that, for more reasons than I care to mention. I owe you a couple of nights of passion, Jim. When do you want to cash in?”

“I have your number, so I’ll call when I firm up my plans,” I replied to the beautiful blonde woman. “You’re like money in the bank for me.”

Bill and Glenda left, so I got ready and went into work. Jensen was walking around the office grinning from ear to ear, but I ignored the miserable bastard. Nancy winked at me when I passed by her desk. I noticed she was dressed a bit more fashionably and nodded my approval. That brought a really cute blush to her face.

When I walked in the door that night, Sherry met me with two suitcases. “Sis called. She’s having trouble carrying her baby. The doctors want her on total bed rest. Mom and I are driving down to help her and Brent with the other two kids. This is all very sudden. Mom called me this afternoon with the news.”

“How long will you be gone?” I asked.

“I really don’t know. I doubt you’ll even notice I’m gone unless your pathetic pussy parade peters out. I had the worst morning of work in my life today. That damn Bill was telling everyone that would listen how he finally tagged my ass, as he put it. I could have lived with that, but Glenda made me feel even worse. She was bragging about how great you were in the sack and how she’s going to make that trade as often as possible.”

“So it’s my fault I gave her a jolly rogering?”I snarled. “You’re the one that wanted to sleep with that slimy bastard, Bill. You had to experience some strange cock. It seems like you’d be happy as hell.”

“I work with those people! How can I show my face there when everyone knows I sport fuck losers while my husband takes beautiful women to nirvana?” demanded Sherry.

“The same way I manage!” I snapped. “You agreed to fuck the single most annoying prick in my entire company. Everyone at work knows I swapped your ass for Nancy’s.”

“I wonder why you did that. Most husbands would have just refused to let me have a lover. Not you! You twisted it into a fuck fest for yourself. That was pretty damn selfish!”

“Like deciding to sleep with other men when you’re married isn’t the epitome of a selfish, degrading action. You got what you wanted, so why are you so upset? Look at all of the dicks you’ve had.”

“I’m upset because my husband wasn’t man enough to stop me from being so damn foolish! That’s why I’m pissed. Sure I had some new cocks and a few orgasms, but look what I lost! I’m a laughing stock at work and with our friends. My husband is fucking everything and anything with a damn twat! I can’t even keep my husband satisfied. That’s what they’re all saying,” cried Sherry.

“You were fine with it when it was only going to be me that couldn’t keep my spouse satisfied. You were awfully eager to hang the horns on me and make me into the town cuckold. Sauce for the gander and all of that. What did you expect to happen when you started fucking other men? Did you honestly think no one would ever find out and we’d go back to being a loving couple after a few romps? Get real!”

“I’m taking a leave of absence from work and going to my sister’s. Don’t call me for a week, at least. I need time to decide what I want. I don’t know if this marriage is worth saving, you miserable bastard! Have fun fucking Glenda and her big tits. I’m sure she’s hoping we’ll divorce so she can scoop you up. Maybe she’ll get her wish.”

“That won’t happen!” I yelled. “I’m done with marrying beautiful cheating sluts!”

“Fuck you!” were Sherry’s last words as she grabbed her luggage and headed for her car.

To say I was pissed would be a huge understatement. I like to think it was a combination of Sherry being so unwilling to accept responsibility for her actions and the opportunity handed to me on a silver platter, but I went a little berserk.

Over a period of three hours, I fielded calls from Brooke, Marla, Gladys, and Nancy. They all wanted to arrange another night of sex. To my utter amazement, each woman readily agreed to my new terms. They would give me three nights when their male companion had one night with Sherry, or an acceptable replacement.

I worked up a spread sheet in order to keep track of my banked pussy. Since Glenda already owed me two nights, I set her up with Brooke’s latest loser friend. That gave me three nights with Brooke, so I assigned her one night with Stewart Santori, and another with Jensen. Glenda sleeping with Jensen gave me three nights with Nancy, so I arranged for her to sleep with Marla’s brother, Glenn. That left Gladys with Bill, which also gave me another three nights with Glenda. The pussy was piling up faster than I’d ever be able to satisfy it!

We had a four bedroom house and all four bedrooms were in use most nights. When I wasn’t sleeping with one of the ladies, I would sleep on the couch so the pussy interest could compound. After five nights, my banked pussy was up to fifteen nights owed by the ladies my service literally serviced.

I was relaxing in my recliner and watching a football game when my doorbell rang. I couldn’t conceal my surprise when I opened the door to find Dorothy Grant and her husband, Ben. I ushered them in while looking around the room for something I could use for self-defense. I needn’t have worried.

“Ben has been after me to give him a night with Sherry. It seems you were right about her appeal to the average man,” stated Dorothy rather bluntly. “I’m willing to spend two nights satisfying your sexual perversions if Ben can have one night with Sherry. Do we have a deal?”

My befuddled mind gradually began to function. Dorothy hadn’t come to chew me out about whoring out her mother and daughter for my personal pleasure! She wanted to join her mother and daughter as a member of my team! I wondered if she knew that her Gladys and Brooke were in my ‘stable’, as I now thought of my ladies.

“Did anyone tell you exactly who was taking advantage of the great deal I’m offering this month?” I asked with some trepidation.

“You told us about it at the party this spring, remember? Have you had any takers yet?” questioned a confused Dorothy.

It was pretty obvious that Dorothy and Ben knew almost nothing about my burgeoning enterprise. As I recalled, Dorothy had referred to me as an insulting prick!

“Dorothy, believe me, I’d love to see those big tits of yours bouncing around while you rode me cowgirl style, but the rules have been modified in my favor. They’ve been adjusted to three nights you’ll owe me, and you’ll sleep with whatever guy I select, no questions asked. Ben won’t be banging Sherry, but he will get a reasonable replacement, but only for one night. Take it or leave it.”

“You really are an insulting prick!” reiterated Dorothy before noticing her husband’s expression. “However, we’ve been looking into invigorating our sex lives and this seems like a good fit. We’ll agree to your conditions, but you’d better be worth it.”

“Wrong attitude, Dorothy. You’re the one that needs to be worth it,” I replied casually. “Let me call Marla and see if she has time to come over and let Ben take her for a spin. If she does, we’ll go upstairs and get it on.”

Marla was more than willing to come to my house and try out a new guy, so I found myself in Dorothy less than an hour after she rang my doorbell. There was something special about taking three generations of a family to bed. It occurred to me as I fondled Dorothy’s sizable hooters that I’d have to be careful not to assign Stewart Santori, or any of Brooke’s friends to Dorothy. On top of that, I could never offer Gladys or Brooke to Ben. It would be the ruin of my entire scheme!

It had been a week since Sherry left and I still hadn’t heard from her. I decided there was nothing to say, so I didn’t call her. Work was almost unbearable, but we were very close to perfecting our revolutionary software, and a big pay day loomed in the near future.

Happy clients are the best advertising, and the number of people interested in my services continued to increase. I met with three couples over the weekend and took on all three.

One was a mom and her son. He was eighteen and was leaving for the Marines in a couple of weeks. He was a bit shy and was still a virgin. His mother, Alice, felt her son should have some sexual experience before boot-camp. I set him up with Marla, thinking she’d be understanding and patient with the kid. I was exactly right. His mother was so happy when he enjoyed his first time so much; she promised she’d fulfill her obligations if her son could spend as many nights with Marla as possible before he left. Marla only owed me two more nights. When I explained the situation to the kid’s mom, she suggested she bang Marla’s brother, Glenn, a few times to get more of Marla’s snatch in my pussy account. There was a mom who loved her son!

Every time Carl had sex with Marla, Alice owed me three more nights. Every time she slept with Glenn, I gained three nights from Marla, who in turn slept with Carl giving me three more nights from Alice. It was really snowballing into a sweet situation for me. The more Glenn and Carl got laid, the more pussy I put into the bank. I calculated that Marla would owe me seven nights and Alice fourteen within a week if they kept screwing at the same rate, and I tapped them each a time or two. Of course I sampled Alice quite a few times, just to keep her from getting too far into debt.

Bill, from Sherry’s work, became a regular, and Glenda seemed fine with it. She was one lady I could use with all of my male clients without worrying about family histories and connections. Glenda really seemed to enjoy the variety and she was a stone cold fox. Every male in the group was more than happy to draw her in my little pussy lottery.

Nancy became very popular with the guys, as well. She had a great personality and was almost always available when I needed her. Jensen was a total ass, but his sexual appetite placed Nancy under my control for weeks to come and she was delighted with the attention.

Gladys was my go-to girl when Bill, Jensen or Glenn wanted some sex and the other ladies were otherwise occupied. While she was not the guys’ first choice, she was eager to please and very experienced, so they never complained. All the men enjoyed their time with Alice. She was an almost forty year-old widow who was more than willing to uphold her end of the bargain she had agreed to for her son. I was under the impression that she enjoyed the agreement even more than Carl.

The scheme began to grow almost exponentially. The more happy clients I had, the more word of my venture spread. Before long, I had far more available pussy than I would ever be able to enjoy. I was spending an hour a day keeping my spreadsheets accurate and up to date. Oddly, I was also feeling increasingly lonely. I came to realize sex is a great pastime, but it really isn’t a substitute for a solid relationship.

It was three full weeks after Sherry went to help her sister when Mr. Blake summoned me into his office. Nancy gave me a big smile, winked and pulled her blouse down far enough to give me a glimpse of her left nip before quickly covering it back up.

I was feeling relaxed when I stepped into the boss’s office. Things got even better in a matter of minutes.

“We completed the deal, Jim! Here’s a bonus check for your great work and all the extra effort you put in,” stated Blake cheerfully.

I glanced at the check and saw it was for fifty fucking thousand dollars! It made me wonder how the hell much he got for that piece of software.

“I sold it for a cool fifty million,” said the boss with a chuckle at my surprised look. “The really cool thing is we’re also getting a royalty. Every time our program is downloaded, the company will get a penny. I know that doesn’t seem like much, but it adds up pretty quickly, especially given how sought after the program’s going to be. I’ll have that royalty split evenly among the five of you that worked on the project. You’ll get a check in the mail every quarter.

“I made enough money on this deal to be far more than comfortable the rest of my life. Since Brenda died two years ago, work has been my only interest. I’ve convinced myself to get back in the game.

“To that end, I’ve been asking Nancy the reason she’s been so cheerful lately and why she’s altered her style of dress. She told me all about your side venture.”

“My Ponzi Pussy Scheme? It began as a way to even the score when Sherry told me she wanted to experience other lovers before she became too old,” I explained as a sudden inspiration struck me. Blake’s wife, Brenda, had died a couple of years ago and he was apt to be horny as hell by now.

“I have information stored on the cloud. May I use your computer to pull it up? I think you’ll be quite impressed,” I predicted.

Two hours later, I left the office with two checks. One was for fifty thousand dollars for my bonus. The other check was for a cool three quarters of a million dollars! Blake had agreed to buy out my Ponzi Pussy Scheme, or PPS, as it had come to be known! He told me that he had millions of dollars more than he could ever spend, so he offered me a hefty sum to assume command of the PPS.

I drove carefully to the bank and deposited my checks before calling my financial adviser to make an appointment. He agreed to see me the next afternoon.

“Why are you here?” asked Sherry three days later.

She looked even more incredible than I remembered. She was holding her three year-old niece, who had chocolate splashed over her little face.

“I wanted to see you,” I replied slowly as I took in her beauty.

“You want to laugh at your whore wife? Serve me with divorce papers? Tell me how much nicer Glenda’s tits are? You’re a vindictive bastard, you know that?” responded Sherry as she put the little girl down so she could return to watching Sesame Street.

“Why do you think I want a divorce?” I asked, not wanting to admit it was part of the master plan I hatched what seemed like years ago.

“I figured it out when I talked with Nancy that morning. She told me how much shit you’d be taking at work for the swap with Jensen and how she had never guessed you’d be the type to agree to other men sleeping with me.

“It was a wake-up call for me. I had gone along with your scheme because I thought I was making you happy with all the extra-marital sex you’d be getting. I even pretended to be happy to sleep with those old men, that pimply faced kid, and the Pillsbury Doughboy. I did that so you wouldn’t feel guilty about me while you got your rocks off with those women,” insisted Sherry.

“Nancy got me thinking about the whole situation. Why would you do a total 180 and decide to let me sleep with men when it was exactly the opposite of your normal personality?”

“I was just letting you try your wings…”

“Bullshit, Jim!”snapped Sherry. “Part of your grand scheme was to divorce my cheating ass, wasn’t it? You knew you’d never be able to let me have a lover on the side. Your pride and sense of loyalty wouldn’t allow it. Once you knew you’d have to divorce me, you hatched your fucking scheme so you could come out on top. You used my faith in you, as well as my cheating ass, to benefit you!”

“You’re taking the high road here?” I asked incredulously. “You’re the one who told me you wanted to break our vows and have sex with other men. I’d call that a deal breaker!”

“The thing is, I told you!” replied Sherry. “Did you tell me you planned to divorce me if I went through with that stupid idea? Did you tell me you were so upset you were going to toss my ass to the curb?”

“I did tell you it was a bad idea and it made me question your love and devotion,” I pointed out.

“You never said ‘Hell No’ to me, Jim. You never told me that you’d throw my ass to the curb if I ever tried shit like that,” replied Sherry. “When you told me about your damn scheme, I thought you were willing to let me experiment and that you just wanted to try some strange pussy. I had no idea you had already decided to divorce me. I made a really stupid decision, but I was honest and up front about it. You’re the one who lied. That’s on you. You get to share in the destruction of our marriage, although I admit I started the ball rolling when I asked if I could have a lover.”

“So, do you have many lovers now,” I asked with some restraint.

“You prick!” snarled Sherry. “My sister’s upstairs in bed, close to losing her baby. I’ve been taking care of two wonderful children, cooking, cleaning, shopping, and driving to the doctor’s while you’ve been fucking Glenda, Nancy, Marla, and God only knows who else. I haven’t had the time or energy to even masturbate since I got here. Mom went home after the first week because Dad said he wasn’t feeling well. We both know it was mom’s way of avoiding staying here and working so hard to help Sis.”

“How about we go out for dinner or something,” I suggested much to the surprise of Sherry.

“Have you not been listening?” asked Sherry angrily. “I’m busy as hell and I’m not going to let you set me up to destroy me. Just give me the damn papers!”

I opened my brief case and took out some papers and handed them to her. She briefly glanced at them and then took a longer look. She shook her head in wonder.

“You want to list our house for sale? What the fuck are you up to now?” she demanded. “Splitting our assets before we divorce? Are you trying to screw me over?”

“I heard you transferred to your company’s facility down here. You have no intention of going back to Middleburg, so why would selling the house bother you, Sherry?”

“Because it symbolizes we’re giving up on our marriage. I think it was a pretty good one, at least before I had my brain fart. I’d even made the mistake of thinking we’d start a family pretty soon. I just thought I should experience a little more before committing to a family. That was a huge mistake, not that you needed much reason to toss me out,” added Sherry in a low voice.

“Would you like to go look at that white house two blocks down from here on Vine Street? It has room for a big family,” I offered.

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking of moving down here with Glenda! Please don’t do that to me!” pleaded Sherry.

“Glenda doesn’t figure in any of my plans,” I replied. “I am going to move someplace in the area and I’d like your opinion on that house.”

“I looked at it a couple weeks ago when the realtor had an open house. My opinion is it’s a beautiful home in a really great location. It’s on an oversized corner lot, has a nice pool, four bedrooms, and is way out of your price range, even if we sell our house for a decent price. You’d only get half the equity, which is barely enough for a down payment,” Sherry asserted.

“We’re still married and anything I buy would be half yours, so I thought you might want to look at it with me. If you’ve already looked at it and don’t want to look again, I’ll understand.”

Sherry stared at me for a few seconds. “You can’t afford it, Jim! Get that through your head. Even if you managed to finagle my half of the equity in our house away from me, you’d be over $450,000 short. Why is that so hard for you to understand?”

“If you’ll sign the papers to list our home, I’ll buy that damn house and you’ll own half of it. If you want a divorce, I’ll buy out your half, but I’m hoping you’ll consider moving in with me and filling it up with kids.”

“What about Glenda? What about the guys I slept with? What about all those other sluts you entertained so well? We’ll just forget it ever happened?” Sherry responded with some emotion.

“We really can’t forget it happened because living in that house will be a constant reminder,” I admitted. “The fact we’re both so reluctant to return to Middleburg will be another reminder. Not totally trusting each other may serve as a reminder of how we fucked up so badly.”

“Are you saying you want me to go back to being your wife?” asked a stunned Sherry. “If you are, describing all the things that will remind us of how dumb we were is not the best way to approach it.”

“Sherry, you really hurt me when you told me you wanted to sleep with other men. I thought we were doing great until we suddenly weren’t. That was a damn rotten thing to do.

“That said, my PPS was despicable on so many levels. I did lie to you. I gave up on our marriage when you asked about sex with other men, and that was wrong. I should have kicked your ass, threatened you with bodily harm, or at least told you that I’d divorce your ass. Instead, I dreamed up a way I could capitalize on your sex appeal, which is considerable, and took advantage of you and that shapely ass and those perfect tits. I gave up on you far too easily.”

“Suppose we did get back together. We still wouldn’t be able to afford that house you’re talking about. It’s absolutely perfect, except it costs way more than we could ever afford, especially since you must either be unemployed, or about to be,” reasoned Sherry.

“Our software development was a big success, Sherry. Blake gave me a $50,000 bonus. Then I sold him my interest in the PPS for $750,000. Add in the equity we have in our old house and we’ll have well over eight hundred grand. That house is listed at $550,000, but I bet a cash offer of $475,000 would buy it.”

“What about the men I slept with? Will you forgive me, or will you hold it over my head the rest of my life?”asked my beautiful wife.

“That depends. Are you done with that shit now, or will you be stepping out on me every chance you get?” I asked, tossing the ball back into her court.

“Jim, I’ll never even look at another man, and I’ll cut your balls off if you so much as look at another woman, no matter how beautiful she is and how nice her ass and tits are,” promised Sherry. “Will you accept those terms? Your balls will belong to me.”

“You drive a hard bargain, but we have a deal. I really missed you.”

“Yeah, I bet. You sold PPS to Blake for $750K? That’s incredible! Exactly how many women did you screw?” asked Sherry.

“The thing to keep in mind is your little kitty was the foundation for the whole venture. Helen of Troy’s face may have launched a thousand ships, but that sweet little pussy of yours launched $750,000 our way. That’s a lot better than prime pussy. It’s got to be platinum, at the very least!” I declared in hopes she’d forget her question

Sherry studied me closely, looking into my eyes for a long time. Finally she nodded slightly and gave me her megawatt smile. There are things spouses are better off not knowing. It’s especially gratifying when they realize it, and Sherry did.​